🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

 Many  (wish death)
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
 Man  gotta go get something to eat man
 I'm  as a motherfucker
 
 50 Cent
 Ay yo  damn what's taking homie so long son?
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50, calm down,  he come
 
 9 Shots
 
  and 50 Cent
 Ahh,  what the fuck!?
 
 50 Cent
 Ahh! son,  up! pull up!
 
 Intro
 Many men, wish death upon 
 Blood in my eye  and I can't see
 I'm trying to be  I'm destined to be
 And niggaz trying to  my life away
 I put a hole in  for fucking with me
 My back on  wall, now you gon' see
  watch how you talk, when you talk about me
 Cause I'll come and  your life away
 
 Many men,  many, many, many men
  death 'pon me
 Lord I don't cry no 
 Don't look to  sky no more
 Have  on me
 
 Now these  niggaz putting money on my head
 Go on  get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
 I'm the diamond in the dirt, that  been found
 I'm the underground king  I ain't been crowned
 When I rhyme, something special  every time
 I'm the  something like Ali in his prime
  walk the block with the bundles
 I've been knocked on the 
 Swing the ox when  rumble
  your ass what my gun do
 Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your 
 Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your 
  walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
 Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef  over
 
 Chorus:
 Many men,  many, many, many men
 Wish death  me
 Lord I don't cry  more
 Don't look to the  no more
 Have mercy  me
 Have mercy on  soul
  my heart turned cold
 Have  on many men
 Many, many, many, many 
 Wish death upon 
 
 Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for 
 Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't  pain
 Death gotta be easy,  life is hard
 It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally 
  if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
 For the niggaz  lock, doing life behind bars
 I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I  things clear
 Quick these crackers will give my black ass a  years
 I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can  me the Don
 Like Malcolm by any  with my gun in my palm
 Slim switched sides  me, let niggaz ride on me
 I thought we was cool, why you want me to die 
 
 Chorus
 
 Every night I talk to god, but he  say nothing back
 I know he protecting me, but I still stay with  gat
 In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs  me
 Psych says some bitch  put a hex on me
 The feds didn't know much, when  got shot
 I got a kite from the pens that told me,  got knocked
 I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers  the time
 Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between  lines
 In the bible it says, what goes  comes around
 Almost shot me,  weeks later he got shot down
 Now  clear that I'm here, for a real reason
 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but  ain't fucking breathing
 
 Chorus